He replied, ‘enjoy, I will ping you later’. So Steve asked whom I was chatting with. I told him about Alex. Steve asked if I am interested in goin... to party. I just pinched his nipples and said, ‘no I am interested in getting a massage’.So I lay down on the bed, on my stomach, naked. Steve lit some candles, incense sticks, switched off the bed room lights and got on my back. He poured some kind of oil on my neck, shoulder, back and started kneading them one by one. He used his fingers, palms. She tossed her book bag inside. Then she turned and before I had a clue about her intentions she grabbed the strap on my book bag, lifted me until I was on tip toes and jerked me inside effortlessly. I didn't even have time to swear at her!She threw me down on the floor on my stomach just inside the door knocking the wind out of me for a moment. I was still stunned when she plopped her big ass down on my back. I heard the front door slam shut and she yelled, "I got you now you fucking bitch!. I felt a soapy hand start at the top of my crease. He splayed my cheeks apart as he ran his hand in long strokes up and down my crack. He held the bar of soap just at the top of my split so the water kept washing more soap down the crease. His long strokes got shorted with each pass, until he had just one finger right at my butthole, scrubbing cleaning, and teasing.He moved his finger away and replaced it with his tongue and began to lick at the little notch. I knew I was spreading open a bit. She was nice and sweet. Blonde, tall, somewhat big, and you could tell from her look she was in her late 50's or even early 60's. That being said, she was quite an attractive BBW, older as she was, though I didn't give a second thought at the time. The flat was close enough to the beach which was great. I spent a lot of time there, and seeing the sights. I looked up a friend from my first tour, so I wasn't bored hanging out on my own.Samantha was an excellent cook by the way, and we often had.